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Mikan walked back to her room with her head hung low, a heavy feeling in her heart. What Hotaru had just told her ran through her head like crazy.

Could it be? Could Koko really be Tsukaite no Kōri?

She shook her head violently. There's no way. She has faith in Koko. Why would her best friend try to kill her anyways?

She tried to think of something she did to him in the past that might make him hate her so much he wants to kill her.

Nothing.

Or was it that she was so ignorant?

Mikan groaned, this was really getting to her.

She froze, and blinked. She had unconsciously walked to Koko's room. Mikan sighed, knowing what she truly needed. She needed to talk to Koko and make sure.

Having decided, she raised her hand and knocked politely on his room door.

Koko was feeling uneasy about something. It seemed like something was very wrong.

It wasn't usually his nature to just sit in his room and stare at nothing for more than an hour.

There was a knock at the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. He mentally groaned, not wanting to stand up and walk all the way to the door.

The knock came a few times, quietly and softly like the person on the other side of the door was afraid.

"Koko?" His head snapped to the door at the familiar voice. "Koko? You in there?"

He knew that he had to open the door for his best friend, so he stood up from his bed slowly and sauntered over.

"Yeah, I'm here." The sight that greeted him was not what he really expected. Mikan looked pale, sickly pale. Her eyebrows were knit together and her eyes stared at him with such worry, he thought she resembled a mother that was worried about their child with a high fever.

"Uh...You okay?" He asked uneasily, a lopsided grin tracing his lips. She nodded, before quickly shaking her head.

"I...I came to ask you something." She mumbled, hold the hem of her uniform tightly. Koko stared at her with confusion, opening the door wider so she could come in.

"What is it?" He asked gently, patting the spot next to him on the couch. Mikan dropped next to him with a heavy thud, a safe amount of distance between them.

"I...You...Um..." She bit her lip in frustration. Koko just stared at her, noting that she would never hesitate in the past.

"Mikan," He called softly. "Just say it. It's alright." She bit her lips again before turning to face him, her eyes filled with determination and worry.

"Are you Tsukaite no Kōri?" She bluntly asked, her face turning a little pink with embarrassment.

To say Koko was surprised was an understatement. Where did she get that idea?

He laughed.

"What!?" He laughed, rolling on the couch. "Why would you even think that?" Mikan flushed a bright pink.

"So..." She whispered, staring at him as he laughed his ass off. "You're not?"

He faced her, a humorous grin plastered on his face.

"I..." Suddenly his tone sounded serious. "What if I told you I am?" Mikan stared at him with horror for a few seconds, before he broke out laughing again.

"Oh...Oh my god!" He gasped between laughs. "That face...It's priceless!" Mikan huffed angrily at him before standing up and stomping towards the door.

"Hey..." He breathed, still trying to catch his breath. "Sorry! It was just too funny." He apologized unconvincingly, a few laughed breaking out.

"Whatever!" She yelled angrily before sticking her tongue out and slamming the door behind her.

Outside, she smiled to herself. That kind of reaction made it clear that he wasn't Tsukaite no Kōri.

Koko was still chuckling, her priceless face flashed in his mind.

He walked to his kitchen to get something to drink, something cold since he was laughing too hard.

His phone started ringing on the table, and he inwardly groaned, rolling his eyes.

There they go again.

"Whatever you guys are doing, just make it quick." He spoke into the phone, his irritation rising.

Man, this better work.

Mikan had a huge smile on her face as she walked towards the girls dorm, but the school grounds seemed a little too quiet.

She gulped.

This was exactly like the last time she was attacked.

She turned her head around consciously, to the spot Tsukaite no Kōri appeared at last time. No one.

She sighed in relief, clutching her raging heart.

"Looking for me?" She screamed. She screamed so loud, she would have woken the dead but Tsukaite no Kōri was expecting this.

Before the sound could even leave her lips, his hands were on them, so hard it would have bruised.

But somehow the hand felt familiar...

Koko.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Was it really him? Was he really going to kill her?

Sensing that she wasn't struggling anymore, Tsukaite no Kōri slowly removed his hand, being quick to call on his sword.

"Koko..." Mikan whispered, eyes glassy from tears.

"Koko?" Tsukaite no Kōri repeated before laughing. "No. I am Tsukaite no Kōri." The voice wasn't Koko's. It was definitely the same voice from last time, but it wasn't Koko's.

"B-But..." Mikan cried as he advanced slowly, like a predator circling it's prey.

A bench came flying towards them, but it was easily cut apart by Tsukaite no Kōri's sword.

Turning towards the direction the bench came from, she saw her group of friends, Mochu holding up another bench with his alice.

There he was.

Mikan's eyes widened as she saw the familiar dirty blonde, standing in the very front, a worried smile on his face.

She caught Hotaru's eye and Hotaru gave her a apologetic glance.

Tsukaite no Kōri laughed.

"Nothing you throw at me will work. This blade, Seishuku Hitogoroshi, can cut through anything." The gang seemed uneasy at this.

"W-Why do you want to kill Mikan?" Kitsu asked bravely, but once Tsukaite no Kōri turned towards him, he gulped and hid himself at the back of the gang.

"Why?" Tsukaite no Kōri glanced at Mikan. "No reason. Merely because I was ordered to." Hotaru narrowed her eyes before taking out her baka canon.

"Who?" She hissed. "Who ordered you to kill her?"

"That academy," He replied. "Your academy." Silence enveloped the group. The academy wants her dead?

"I..." Mikan was too stunned to say anything else. She was frozen in her spot, but it was too late to realize it was a mistake.

Tsukaite no Kōri took this chance and flung himself forwards, his long sword pointing straight at her heart.

At that moment, Mikan's chocolate eyes widened at the sight, memories of her childhood with Koko flashed through her mind. Suddenly, she was scared of death.

"No..." She murmured under her breath, but he was moving too fast and she was too frozen to run.

"I—" Then she covered her ears like a child trying to block out the noises of thunder. "Koko!"

Almost like a reply, another body was in front of her, his shadow blocking Mikan from the sun.

Tsukaite no Kōri clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Failed again..." He muttered before disappearing in a gust of icy wind.

"Mikan!" Inchou and Hotaru quickly ran to her side, the others were quick to follow.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Mikan shook her head slowly, too dazed to do anything else.

"Hey man that was pretty co— Koko!" Kitsu and Mochu ran to his best friend's side immediately, yelling his name.

"Koko? Hey! Dude, answer me!" Mochu yelled trying to make the said male look up, but he was in a crouching position, his head hung so low it was impossible to see his face.

Then he fell.

"K-Koko?" Mikan stuttered, her voice rising a pitch higher. "Koko!"

She ran to his side, staring at the bleeding wound. He was gasping for air, the wound seemed deep, too deep for comfort. Around him was a pool of crimson that was gradually getting bigger, the stains on his shirt growing as well.

"Oh my god..." Tears slid down her cheeks.

"Please...Please be alright..."

Cliffhanger! If Koko isn't Tsukaite no Kōri, then who is he? Stay tuned! :)

P.S. Seishuku Hitogoroshi means Silent Killer. Google translated it, so don't blame me if it's wrong.

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